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Sunday, December 5, 2010

Utterly Simple: Issa's Sunday Service, #80

Today's Sunday selection is another chosen this week "at random" by the mp3 player: Traffic's "Utterly Simple." This song is a Dave Mason composition, one of his earliest according to the All Music Guide, and an early version of it first appeared on the soundtrack of the movie, Here We Go Round the Mulberry Bush. As to its literary aspirations, here's the first verse:

Everything really is stupidly simple
And yet all around is utter confusion
Fairy tales written may help you to see it
Do you understand about Lewis's Alice?
We fit all our lives into regular patterns
All that we really know is that we're really living

The Alice books, along with the Bible, are among literature subjects most referred to in rock lyrics. I listened to this song hundreds of times and never caught the reference (till this week's Ipod playing) and so it goes for mp3 listening being such a sonically degrading experience. I've always been a big fan of Traffic, their handful of early albums being some of the finest music to come out of the 60s pop/rock experience. This one is an old fav and their first single:

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In the regular featured archive poems, we seem to be at a spot where there is a lot of Albert Huffstickler (and here's a whole bunch). What a fine spot to be! Here are two short poems from #124 from March 2002 - enjoy.

She wants so much
to be like the others.
I understand.
How could I not?
But it's the wanting
that defeats her.
The wanting
defeats us all.

Everyone leaves
a different silence
on departing:
it's like a signature.

Albert Huffstickler

butterfly flits
as if wanting nothing
in this world

Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue

best,
Don

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Friday, December 3, 2010

The Duckweed Way: Haiku of Issa

A couple of weeks back, I uncharacteristically took a lunch hour off and went to a favorite local used bookshop. To my delight and surprise, I ran across, among other things, two signed limited edition chapbooks of translations by one of my favorite translators, Lucien Stryk.

The volume pictured above, which I'll be taking a look at today, is entitled The Duckweed Way: Haiku of Issa, rendered by Stryk along with Takashi Ikemoto. I am absolutely thrilled to have this collection, which was limited to 250 copies signed by Stryk, and was published by Rook Press of Derry, Pennsylvania. To have an Issa collection translated by a Stryk is simply sublime.

As I've noted previously and others much more knowledgeable have before me, the power of Stryk's renderings are in their brevity. Somehow Stryk manages to portray all the delicacy, power, and resonance of Issa with fewer syllables and words than so many other translators. Many of the haiku, if not new to me, are effectively new in these succinct, pointed renderings. Stryk captures mystery, via both his selections and their translations, in a way that is missing from more literal, prosaic versions.

Changing clothes,
but not
the wanderer's lice.

This particular haiku is familiar yet transformed by Styrk; his use of the third person ("the wanderer's') opens the poem up to a more universal view, while still decidedly residing in the physical realm. It is the plight of the wanderer, the plight of the poor man, the plight of the priest/beggar.

Tonight you too
are rushed,
autumn moon.

The moon reminds the poet of what he is about or, more specifically, how he is about. This haiku is its mood, the outer realm seeming to reflect the inner.

Buddha Law,
shining
in leaf dew.

I don't remember this particular haiku, though there are certainly plenty of Issa dew drop poems. What is "Buddha Law" referred to here? I would think the 4 Noble Truths (plus the 8 Fold Path), but this is only conjecture on my part. Certainly, when dew is referenced in haiku, we think of its symbolic significance in pointing out the transient nature of all life; this rendering simultaneously captures the beauty and magnificence of all life.

A good world,
dew-drops fall
by ones, by twos.

Would that be as opposed to falling by dozens and dozens? Well, yes, I think so. Life may be transient but it plays out at its own pace and, as with the Tao, we flow with it.

Listen,
all creeping things-
the bell of transience.

I seem focused on Issa's evocation of transience. What is the bell of transience Issa refers all creeping (i.e. all living) things to? Certainly, I can only speculate and if it is something specific, I'll be wrong. Still, the bell is silent, the bell is rung, the bell resounds, the bell fades.

The bell is silent.

Where there are humans
you'll find flies,
and Buddhas.

I'm sure I've quoted this one before - and I'm sure I'll quote it again. Issa turns the world on its ear and loves.

First cicada:
life is
cruel, cruel, cruel.

I don't remember this one at all and it exemplifies Issa's immense sympathy with insect life. And humans because, well, the insect may be living it, but humans are reading it (and living it, too). The struggle of the first cicada of the season may be reflected in the cry Issa hears or at least his perception of it.

Autumn wind-
mountains shadow
wavers.

A great example of classic haiku translated as succinctly as it possibly can be. It makes me un-remember the versions I've read before. Little insects, plants, trees, people - even huge mountains - all bowing to the wind.

Never forget:
we walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.

This is just wonderful - Robert Hass's version, nearly as succinct, is also a favorite:

----In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
----gazing at flowers.
translated by Robert Hass

Stryk's "Never forget" is more direct, less philosophical, but both have their virtues.

From the bough
floating down river,
insect song.

To be fair, this is one in which Hass has the superior, just as brief, version:

----Insects on a bough,
floating down river,
----still singing.

The Hass version is more active, more present in the moment, though both are in the present tense. One translator chooses the singular "insect," the other the plural, as there is no distinction in the original. Why the difference? To be fair again, Stryk's did come first and therefore was available perhaps to consult. That can, of course, work to disadvantage when a later translator spots an opening, goes for it and falls short. To mix the metaphor, one can paint oneself into a corner. Sometimes avoiding what came before can be fatal, or at least result in sticky soles.

In any case, both translators use the utmost brevity to great advantage.

Under cherry trees
there are
no strangers.

I have a crewel-point version of this one on my wall, done by someone who is no longer with us, and so I can't be objective. Everything about it radiates the love, though there are technically better translations.

Dew spread,
the seeds of hell
are sown.

This is a little bit of darkness I've never seen before and I find it simultaneously powerful and very good. Although the metaphor seems contradictory in light of this haiku's more famous cousin above, I'd say it depends whether or not you know how to stand on your head.

Eh?

Reflected
in the dragonfly's eye
mountains.

I've seen this one translated badly time and again - except this time. The classic haiku theme of contrast between the very large and very small, this time perfectly dovetailed together, has never been captured better than in Master Issa's fine, fine poem.

Cherry blossoms?
In these parts
grass also blooms.

The one thing I would say is missing from the selection above is an abundance of Issa humor - this one making up for it in spades. A real beauty.

Finally, here's the signed title page.

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This week's selection from the Lilliput archive comes from #121, another poem by Albert Huffsticker I believe hasn't seen the light of day since December 2001. Enjoy.